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Missing Keycard

Seungmin x Tour Manager Reader

Tags: shy dom seungmin, one bed trope, sleep groping, nipple play, forbidden sex, power imbalance, choking, spanking, riding, oral, braless reader, touch starved reader, unprotected sex, aftercare

Word Count: 6k

Summary: You’re a tour manager for Stray Kids, just trying to survive another city. But when a drunk, keycard-less Seungmin knocks on your hotel door at 2AM, mistaking it for his own room, sleep is the last thing either of you get. What starts as an accident turns into tension that finally snaps — and Seungmin? He’s nothing like you expected.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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The Chicago stop was a blur of chaos.

A venue delay, a last-minute setlist change, a prop that went missing ten minutes before curtain—and somehow, you’d still managed to get everyone on stage, on time, and in one piece.

Barely.

By the time the show ended and the meet-and-greet cleared, you were running on fumes, your phone at 3% battery and your body running mostly on espresso and anger. You’d finalized hotel room keys, triple-checked the luggage manifest, made sure all the boys had post-show meals waiting.

And then—finally—freedom.

You could’ve joined them at the bar. Hell, Chan had even tugged your sleeve and offered you a shot before leaving the lobby with a slurred grin.

But your legs had already carried you into the elevator, eyes closing before the doors even shut.

All you wanted was a bed.

No bra. No briefs. No bullshit.

So you stripped the second your door clicked shut.

Your panties were soft and high-cut, practically invisible beneath the oversized T-shirt you’d planned to sleep in—until you peeled that off too and reached for the one thing lighter, cooler: a thin, cropped camisole you’d worn under your manager’s jacket earlier.

The fabric barely kissed the curve of your chest. No padding, no support, nothing to hide how worn-down and sensitive you felt.

But fuck it, you were on a private floor, not sharing a room with anyone. No one would see you.

You passed out across the bed in seconds, limbs loose, hair stuck to your cheek, one leg tangled in the sheet and the other kicked free.

You didn’t even register the first knock.

But the second—louder, clumsier—jerked you upright.

You blinked, dazed and crusty-eyed. The room was dark, the hallway light seeping in under the door like a spotlight.

Knock knock.

You groaned, grabbing a pillow to your chest and hauling yourself to your feet. You were half-asleep, brain fogged and skin warm from sleep, not thinking at all as you padded barefoot across the floor.

The camisole had ridden up.

Your panties clung high across your hips.

But none of that registered—not until you cracked the door open and saw him.

“Hyung?” Seungmin mumbled, brows furrowed, eyes red and shiny. “Is this your—wait.”

His voice dipped. His gaze dropped.

And then he froze.

“…Oh,” he said, small and stunned.

You blinked at him. “Seungmin?”

He didn’t answer.

Because his brain—tipsy as it was—had just realized two things in rapid succession:

1. This wasn’t Chan’s room.

2. You were very naked.

Not technically. But close enough.

Your bare thighs were on full display, the camisole barely grazing your belly button, your nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric. The hallway light behind him cast your silhouette against the room’s dark interior in dangerous clarity.

He swallowed.

You blinked, still not fully processing.

“Wait—why’re you here?”

“I—” he scratched his head, swaying slightly. “Lost my card. Everyone locked their doors. Thought this was—uh—Chan-hyung’s room. My bad. I’ll just—”

You stepped aside and yanked him inside.

Hard.

His shoulder hit your chest and your hand scrambled to slam the door shut before anyone saw. Your heart pounded.

“Are you insane? What if someone took a picture of you?!”

“I’m sorry!” he whispered, voice strangled. “I didn’t—fuck, I really thought—”

You turned to him, panting slightly from the adrenaline, your blanket long forgotten on the bed.

Only then did you realize.

You looked down.

Oh. Shit.

Full tits. Bare thighs. Tight panties.

Seungmin was right there—eyes wide, frozen like a deer in headlights, clearly trying to keep his gaze anywhere but on your body.

Too late. He’d seen.

And now he was actively malfunctioning.

“I—I didn’t mean to knock on yours,” he stammered. “I thought it was Hyung’s. I swear. You just—you opened and I saw and I—”

You covered your face with both hands.

He was still talking, tipsy and spiraling.

“—and I was gonna leave but then you pulled me in and now I’m here and you’re—you’re dressed like that—”

“Stop talking, Seungmin.”

Silence.

His mouth snapped shut.

You peeked between your fingers.

He looked like he wanted to evaporate.

Which might’ve been cute—if you weren’t acutely aware that your nipples were still hard and your underwear left nothing to the imagination.

You dropped your hands with a sigh and crossed your arms under your chest, trying to ignore how that only pushed them up more.

“Okay,” you said, exhaling shakily. “You lost your card.”

He nodded quickly. “Yes.”

“No one else answered.”

“Correct.”

“And now you’re in my room.”

He nodded again, slower this time.

Your heart was still thumping. His eyes flicked up to yours—then away again. Every few seconds they betrayed him, dropping back down, catching on your thighs, your waist, your chest before he forced them back up again.

His ears were flushed red.

He was trying so hard not to look—and failing.

You didn’t know what possessed you to say it. Maybe it was exhaustion. Or curiosity. Or the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, swaying slightly, hands tucked behind his back like a schoolboy caught in the wrong classroom.

You sighed, one hand dragging down your face, the other cradling the pillow against your chest again.

“Well,” you muttered. “You smell like you lost a drinking game.”

“I probably did,” he said, voice rough but quiet.

“Bathroom’s through there,” you said, gesturing vaguely to the door near the dresser. “Freshen up. We’ll figure out the room situation in the morning.”

Seungmin blinked at you, dazed.

“You’re letting me stay?”

“Well that’s a given,” you said. “I’m not about to throw a drunk idol into the hallway at 2AM. God knows what sasaeng would love that headline.”

He made a soft, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat and practically scrambled toward the bathroom. You heard the door click shut behind him, followed by the water running.

Alone again, you exhaled sharply and looked down at yourself.

The camisole still clung to your chest, the fabric wrinkled from sleep. Your panties had shifted during your rush to the door, one hip strap riding higher than the other. The damage was already done—he’d seen you, fully—and suddenly, modesty felt stupid.

You weren’t thinking like a professional anymore. You were thinking like a tired woman who just wanted sleep and had, quite unfortunately, let a very drunk, very awkward, very cute Seungmin into her room.

Not ideal.

You crossed to the bed and slipped under the duvet, this time tugging it up to your neck like a shield, every inch of your body burrowing into the mattress. You didn’t even glance back when you heard the bathroom door open.

The room was small—modest compared to the suite-style ones booked for the boys—and there wasn’t much in the way of extra space. One armchair sat in the corner, low-backed and thin, its tiny matching ottoman clearly not meant for sleeping.

You could hear him hovering.

Fidgeting.

Shifting on his feet like he was trying to make himself disappear.

You kept your face to the wall.

More shuffling. A pause. Then a tiny sigh.

You rolled your eyes, still not turning.

“The bed’s big enough for two.”

Silence.

Then—

“…Are you sure?”

“I legally cannot let you sleep on the cold floor, Seungmin.”

“…Fair.”

The mattress dipped a few moments later. You felt the careful weight of him as he climbed in—slow, hesitant, like the bed might collapse under the guilt of it. He stayed close to the edge, not even rustling the duvet as he pulled it over his legs.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

You could feel the silence settle in like warmth, like tension slipping between your shoulder blades. He smelled cleaner now—soap and mouthwash, the lingering sharpness of whatever cheap vodka the boys had probably downed earlier. But mostly soap.

He didn’t move.

You didn’t either.

Eventually, his voice came, hushed in the dark.

“…Thank you.”

You mumbled something in return, barely audible.

Another pause. Then, quieter—

“I didn’t mean to see. Before. I wasn’t trying to.”

You sighed.

“I know.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” you said, and you were surprised to realize you meant it.

Maybe because he wasn’t leering. Maybe because he was clearly still rattled. Maybe because your back was to him and your body had long since relaxed again.

But you were tired. He was tired.

And despite everything, the room felt soft again.

Safe.

You closed your eyes and whispered into the pillow.

“Goodnight, Seungmin.”

He swallowed, voice low and raw behind you.

“…Goodnight.”

And then—finally—stillness.

But neither of you slept just yet.

Because under the sheets, just inches away, your heart was beating too loud.

And Seungmin, with his flushed ears and twitchy fingers, was still trying not to picture what he’d already seen.

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The room had gone colder.

At some point, maybe around 4AM, the air conditioning kicked into overdrive, and the soft hum of it stirred you from sleep.

You shifted under the duvet with a lazy frown, your body instinctively chasing warmth. And then—

You felt it.

Not the chill of the room, but the heat of someone behind you.

A slow, calm breath ghosted over the back of your neck. Warm, steady.

Then the arm.

An arm wrapped around your waist. A hand splayed low, fingers spread wide and firm across your stomach, half tucked beneath the hem of your camisole.

Your breath hitched—eyes fluttering open as your senses slowly caught up to what was happening.

Seungmin.

He was pressed flush against your back now, close in a way that neither of you had planned. Your ass rested snugly against his hips, your legs curved toward your chest in a soft tuck, his body following the shape of yours like he’d been molded to it in sleep.

The realization hit like a slow, hot wave:

Somewhere between drifting off and now, you’d gravitated toward each other. Maybe it had started with a brush of knees. A shared pillow. Maybe he’d pulled you in. Maybe you had backed into him without thinking.

But now?

Now, you were wrapped in him.

And he was touching you.

That hand—broad and warm—shifted slightly, fingers flexing in his sleep. His knuckles grazed higher up your stomach, a slow, unconscious movement that felt more like a caress than a twitch.

Your skin prickled.

Your breath stuttered again.

And that was before you felt the subtle, unmistakable pressure against your ass.

He was hard. Not fully, not completely, but enough that the bulge was there—thick and lazy, tucked against the dip of your curves like it belonged there.

You froze.

Every nerve in your body suddenly wide awake.

It was still innocent enough. He was asleep. Dreaming. He wasn’t doing anything on purpose. But the heat that licked up your spine didn’t care about intentions. It cared about the weight of him behind you, the way his fingertips had curled slightly, like they liked the skin they’d found.

Your thighs pressed tighter.

Seungmin murmured something in his sleep. A sound low in his chest. And then—

His hips shifted.

Just a fraction. But enough.

He pressed into you.

Your lips parted, breath shaky, heart slamming against your ribs as his hips settled again, snug against the curve of your ass like he’d wanted to be closer. Like his sleeping body knew what it wanted, even if his mind hadn’t caught up.

You stayed still, not daring to move. Not even blinking.

His fingers on your stomach moved again. Slow. Dragging higher. The edge of his pinky grazed the underside of your breast, just barely. Not a grab. Not a grope. Just enough to send a thrill zipping through your chest.

You swallowed.

Carefully, silently, you reached down and clutched the duvet a little tighter.

But you didn’t move away.

And neither did he.

You stayed frozen.

Not because you were scared. Not because you didn’t want it. But because the smallest twitch of movement might’ve broken the spell—and right now, with his hands on you, his body warming your back, and his breath soft and steady against your neck… you didn’t want it to stop.

Even if he didn’t mean it.

Even if he wasn’t fully awake.

Even if this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your body didn’t care about reason. Your body cared about the ache that had been living under your skin for too long. The way your thighs clenched when his fingertips brushed just under the curve of your breast again. The way your stomach fluttered when he pulled you closer, unconsciously grinding that hardening length against the softness of your ass.

A soft sound slipped from his throat—barely a hum, muffled into your hair.

Then his hand moved again.

Slow. Searching. Sliding downward over your stomach, like he was touching something delicate in his dream—fingertips gliding beneath the hem of your camisole, callused pads grazing skin that hadn’t been touched in months.

You held your breath. Every muscle tensed, every inch of you begging for more and terrified of it all at once.

Then the other hand found your hip.

It gripped you there—fingers digging into the flesh, like he was holding on. Like he needed to.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

His hips shifted again. His hard cock pressed tighter against your ass, no longer just a ghost of a touch but a full, heavy presence—throbbing through the fabric of his sweats, thick and real and there.

A soft gasp caught in your throat.

And then—God—his hands started moving.

The one on your stomach caressed upward, grazing the underside of your breast again with just the backs of his fingers. Not a grope. Not rough. But reverent. Careful. A sleeping man worshiping a dream he didn’t know was real.

The other stayed firm on your hip, squeezing lightly, rhythmically, as if guiding himself into the curve of your ass with slow, sleepy rolls of his hips.

You bit your lip so hard it almost hurt.

Because your body… it betrayed you.

Your nipples hardened, tight and sensitive beneath the thin fabric of your cami. Your thighs pressed together, desperate, seeking friction. And heat pulsed low in your stomach—building with every moan that slipped from his lips. Tiny, broken little things. Like he didn’t even realize he was making them.

You’d never heard Seungmin make those kinds of sounds before.

And you weren’t even sure he was fully awake.

Your breath shook. Your hand fisted into the duvet. You didn’t move, not an inch—but God, you felt everything. And you wanted more.

You wanted to press back into him.

You wanted his hands higher. Lower.

You wanted—

“…Hnn…”

A little whimper escaped him—almost helpless.

And then—his fingers twitched again.

Dragged higher.

This time brushing—accidentally, devastatingly—over your nipple.

But then didn’t mean to move.

Not really.

Not in a way you could blame on sleep.

But the ache had settled too deep now, thick and warm in your belly, and the feel of his hands on your skin—soft and curious and a little desperate—was unraveling your last thread of willpower.

So you gave in.

Just a little.

A slow, subtle push of your hips back into him—just enough for your ass to press tighter into the hard length straining behind his sweats. Your breath caught in your throat, chest tightening as the hand on your stomach twitched in response… and then slid up.

His palm cupped your breast.

Full, warm, heavy in his hand.

You gasped—a soft, broken little sigh—because the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple again through your top, and it was too much, too sensitive, too good. Your back arched into it instinctively, the quietest sound escaping your lips, and you felt him—

Stilling.

Breathing.

Then freezing.

Seungmin’s body went stiff behind you.

Like a man pulled straight out of a dream and dropped into a nightmare.

His hand stopped moving. His hips locked. His breath caught like he’d choked on it—and then dragged in sharp and tight, like he couldn’t even remember how to breathe anymore.

“…fuck.”

The word was barely audible. Choked. Wrecked. He jerked his hand away from your breast like he’d been burned, stumbling backward out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets, his body trembling with confusion and guilt and raw panic.

He stood there beside the bed in nothing but a loose tee and sweats, hair messy, eyes wide, lips parted, and face pale in the blue light bleeding through the hotel curtains.

“I—I didn’t—I thought—” he stammered, hands raised like he’d accidentally committed a crime.

“I was dreaming,” he said, voice hoarse. “I didn’t know—fuck, I didn’t know it was you—”

You sat up slowly, duvet still pulled tight to your chest, your body flushed and your heart hammering so hard you thought it might burst through your ribs.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin said, breathless, eyes darting everywhere but your face. “Shit, I touched you, I—God, I’m so sorry.”

He backed away, visibly shaking. “I swear I wasn’t—fuck, I didn’t mean to—”

You should’ve said something. Anything.

But you were still reeling—body buzzing, skin on fire, the ghost of his touch still etched into your chest.

And for a moment, neither of you moved.

Until he did—

You didn’t mean to stop him. Didn’t plan it.

Didn’t think it through.

But the second he took a step back—panic all over his face, like he was ready to disappear and pretend this never happened—your voice came out, small and raw, right before you could even breathe it back.

“…Seungmin.”

He froze.

Turned slowly. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.

You just looked at him—bare shoulders rising and falling beneath the duvet, hair tousled from sleep, lips parted, heart thudding behind your ribs like it wanted to escape.

“I…” you started, the words thick in your throat. “It’s okay.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I didn’t stop you,” you said softly, eyes searching his. “Maybe… I didn’t want to.”

The room went silent.

And Seungmin—sweet, shy, brilliant Seungmin—stood there like the air had been punched from his lungs.

“You—” He blinked hard, swallowing, jaw clenched like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “You didn’t want me to stop?”

“I should have,” you said, honestly. “But I didn’t.”

You sat up a little, the duvet sliding down with the motion—revealing the thin strap of your camisole slipping off your shoulder, and just the barest peek of soft skin beneath it. The hem had already ridden up, underboob visible, your thighs spread slightly beneath the covers, body warm and flushed and so real in the low light.

Seungmin’s breath hitched.

You caught the way his eyes flicked down—just for a second—before he snapped them away, fists clenched at his sides, every muscle in his lean body tense.

“I’m your tour manager,” you whispered, more to yourself than him. “If I hadn’t been so tired, I could’ve sorted your room. I should’ve gone to the reception or called someone. I should’ve helped you.”

You looked down at your lap, voice quieter now. “Instead, you walked into my room. I was basically naked. And I let you into my bed.”

Seungmin stayed quiet. Still trembling. Still hard. You could see it—his sweats doing nothing to hide the thick, straining outline pressing forward. He wasn’t even drunk anymore. Just dazed. Wrecked. Fighting something inside him that was so clearly losing.

“And I didn’t stop you,” you finished, eyes lifting to meet his again. “Even when I should have. I let it happen. So…”

You took a breath.

“…you don’t have to go.”

His eyes locked onto yours.

And fuck, the look in them—like every wall he’d carefully built was cracking, like he was fighting to be good, to be professional, but his body was screaming something else entirely. Something raw. Something needy.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said hoarsely.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

The duvet slipped lower when you shifted—bare thighs now visible. And Seungmin’s gaze flicked downward again. Just for a second. Just long enough to see how your cami clung to the swell of your chest, how it had ridden so high your round underboobs were visible, soft and tempting and so close.

You tilted your head, slow. Careful. Still quiet.

“…What if I do?”

That was it.

That was the moment.

Because Seungmin’s lips parted—eyes flicking back to yours, mouth pink and breath shallow, his cock visibly throbbing behind his sweats. The hunger was there now. He wasn’t just hard—he was wrecked by the sight of you, sprawled out like a dream he hadn’t meant to touch, and couldn’t resist anymore.

You were still his tour manager.

Still the professional. Still the one with authority.

But in that moment, with your hair a mess and your thighs spread and your lips barely parted in invitation—God, you looked so soft. So warm. So fucking beautiful it hurt.

And he had such a crush on you. Always had.

Maybe now he didn’t want to pretend otherwise.

Seungmin didn’t move at first. He just stood there, staring—like he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. You, almost bare-chested and flushed, thighs pressed tight beneath you, nipples peaked and your chest rising with every slow breath. His eyes dropped to your breasts, and he swore under his breath, the tension in his throat thick enough to choke on.

When you didn’t move to cover yourself, he dragged his gaze back up to yours.

Like he was waiting for the world to stop him.

Like he was seconds away from burning.

You didn’t say anything. Just held his stare and reached for his hand, curling your fingers around his and guiding it to your face—pressing his palm to your cheek.

That’s when he cracked.

His hand tightened. His jaw flexed. And then he moved—fast and quiet, crawling onto the bed over you with one knee on either side, not touching you yet, just looking down like he still couldn’t believe it was real.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he said hoarsely, voice thick. “Please.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

Because your body did—arching subtly, thighs parting slightly beneath him in silent invitation.

He bent down, mouth finding the slope of your neck like he’d been aching for it for years. You gasped, head tipping back, the heat of his breath dragging over your collarbone. Then his hands—those long, trembling fingers—finally reached your breasts. He cupped them like they were something sacred, thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow, reverent circles.

“God,” he whispered against your skin. “You feel…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t have to.

His tongue found your nipple and you gasped, back arching under him. He was breathing harder now, grinding against your thigh through his sweatpants, restraint unraveling one touch at a time. His lips moved from one breast to the other, mouth open, hot and wet, tongue lapping and sucking until your thighs started to tremble beneath him.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said against your skin, voice guttural.

You looked up at him, wrecked already, pupils blown wide. “Then show me.”

Something in his expression darkened.

And just like that, he sat back, pulled the duvet the rest of the way down, and let his eyes roam over every inch of you. His chest heaved once. Twice.

Then he dragged your panties down your legs, slow, savoring it, watching the fabric slide off your body like it was the last thing tethering you to decency.

He swore under his breath again.

You shifted, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your hip.

“Don’t move.”

He stripped his sweatpants in one motion, cock heavy and flushed and hard as it slapped against his stomach. You couldn’t look away. Couldn’t breathe. He was beautiful, yes, but there was something feral now in his silence—something hungry and barely restrained.

You reached for him, and he let you. Let you wrap your fingers around him, let you guide him down to your mouth.

But just as you leaned in, he caught your wrist.

His voice dropped an octave.

“You do that and I’m not going to last.”

Your smirk faltered.

“You think I care?”

And before he could stop you again, you leaned down and took him into your mouth—hot, slow, tongue dragging along the underside as your lips slid down inch by inch. He let out a strangled sound, fists curling in the sheets on either side of him, chest rising fast.

“Shit—don’t stop—fuck—”

You didn’t. You moaned around him, letting the vibrations buzz through his cock. Your fingers curled at the base, your pace teasing at first, and then faster—your lips slick, jaw flexing as you swallowed him deeper.

He groaned, head falling back, hair sticking to his forehead.

“Fucking hell—how are you—” He choked, hips twitching. “You’re gonna make me—”

You pulled off with a gasp, a line of spit catching on your lip as you looked up at him, flushed and ruined.

Seungmin reached for you in a blur.

His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, dragging you up until your lips crashed into his. He kissed you like he wanted to memorize you, like he wanted to devour you—and as he pushed you back against the mattress, the last trace of hesitation fell away from him.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” he murmured against your mouth. “But I’m not stopping.”

And then he pressed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, dragging it slow, teasing, watching your body react—watching your legs fall wider, your breath hitch.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice low and ruined. “Say it.”

“Yes, I want it.”

His cock nudged at your entrance—thick, hot, pulsing. You whimpered just from the feel of it pressing against you. Seungmin’s eyes locked on yours, blown wide, hair damp, jaw clenched so tight it ticked beneath his flushed skin.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “But if I move right now, I’m gonna come.”

You bit your lip, your hips already rocking forward the slightest bit, aching for him.

“Please do it,” you whispered. “Slow. I want to feel every inch.”

He groaned like he was in pain and slid in—just the tip.

Then deeper.

And deeper.

You cried out when he bottomed out inside you, your walls stretching to take him, fluttering from the fullness. His head dropped to your shoulder as he trembled above you, trying so fucking hard to stay still.

“Fuck—” he rasped, breath hot on your neck. “You’re—Jesus, you’re tight. Warm. You feel so—fuck—I can’t—”

His hips rocked once, slow, thick drag of cock that pulled a breathless moan from your throat. He kissed your collarbone, hands gripping your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him as he started fucking you in slow, careful thrusts.

Each one sent shocks through your spine—steady, deep, possessive. He groaned every time he sank back in, voice rough with disbelief, hips shuddering as he fought not to lose it.

“You have no idea,” he whispered, “how long I’ve thought about this.”

“You’re not what I expected,” you breathed, already gasping as he set a slow rhythm, grinding in circles that had your toes curling. “You’re so—”

You didn’t finish the sentence.

Just moaned, softly, “Oh Baby…”

The effect was instant.

Seungmin froze mid-thrust.

His eyes met yours—dark, blown wide, almost dangerous.

“Say that again,” he said, low, like a growl from deep in his chest.

You blinked up at him, surprised, breathless. “…Baby.”

He snapped.

His mouth was on yours, desperate, tongue tasting every sound you made. Then he grabbed your hips and started fucking you with rougher, sharper thrusts—still deep, but now filled with urgency.

“You feel that?” he panted, hips snapping forward again. “That’s mine. You understand?”

You whimpered, clinging to him, head rolling back as he fucked you like he was trying to brand you.

“God, you’re so good,” he moaned, voice cracking. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this. Can’t believe I’m inside you like this.”

You barely heard him—you were too busy writhing, body twitching under him, orgasm crawling up your spine like wildfire.

But you wanted more. You wanted to see him break.

You pushed at his chest, flipping him over and straddling him in one breathless motion. He let you, watching you like he was starved, lips parted as you lined him back up and sank down on him, slow and tight and trembling.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, gripping the sheets. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You started riding him, steady at first—hips rolling, eyes locked on his, both of you completely lost in the sight of your bodies moving together.

But when you leaned forward, whispering “You like this?” into his ear—

—he moved.

Fast.

One hand grabbed your throat, not choking, just holding—just owning. His other arm locked around your waist, and suddenly he was fucking up into you, lifting you off the bed with every brutal, delicious thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled. “Wanted to ride me, make me lose my fucking mind?”

You gasped, fingers flying to his wrist, not to stop him—just to feel him. His cock hit deeper like this, angled right against your sweet spot, and your thighs started to tremble from the sheer power of his pace.

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me.”

You did—and his face. God, his face. Eyes locked on yours like he was watching you fall apart just for him.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna take it. All of it.”

Your orgasm was still crashing through your body when Seungmin moved again.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, strong hands manhandling you like you weighed nothing. You gasped into the sheets, dizzy from the sudden shift—but the moment your cheek hit the pillow, you felt him behind you again, kneeling between your thighs, gripping your hips like he was about to lose himself.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled, voice low and wrecked as he stared at the arch of your back, your ass up high, your cunt slick and pulsing from how hard you’d just come. “You look like this and expect me to hold back?”

You whined into the sheets, pressing your hips up for him—begging without words.

He lined up.

And slammed into you.

You screamed.

It wasn’t pain—it was bliss. He was fucking deeper than before, harder, snapping his hips against your ass so roughly you could hear the wet slap echo in the room. You clawed the sheets. Your voice was a broken string of moans and gasps.

Every time he drove in, your ass bounced back against him, the sting of skin on skin turning into pure heat.

Then—smack.

His hand landed hard on your ass.

You cried out, back arching like a bow.

“Oh my god—Seungmin—!”

He did it again. And again. Spanked you until the skin burned and the sounds were too filthy to be real, and he was groaning behind you like a man possessed.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” he gasped, watching the jiggle of your ass as he fucked you. “Touching you. Being inside you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

His hand slid forward, fingers pinching one of your nipples, twisting it, tugging until you choked on a sob.

“Please—please—” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.

He leaned over your back, his breath hot on your ear. “Begging already?”

You were shaking. Crying out for more. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, wet and wild, and his rhythm got even more brutal—like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else.

“You want me to break you?” he whispered, thrusting deep and hard enough to push you forward.

“Yes—Seungmin—please—”

He pulled out suddenly and flipped you again, your body pliant and trembling as he pushed your knees up and apart, exposing you completely. He hovered over you, eyes wild, jaw slack, body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“You’re mine right now,” he said, voice trembling from restraint, “and I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

Then he sank back into you and started pounding again—deep, rough, so good you couldn’t breathe. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and Seungmin’s hands were everywhere—gripping your thighs, tweaking your nipples, palming your throat just enough to make your head spin.

“Say it,” he growled, eyes locked on yours. “Say I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel like this.”

“You are—fuck—you are—” you cried, losing yourself completely as another orgasm tore through you, clenching so tight around him that he finally let go.

He groaned—loud, raw—head thrown back as he spilled inside you, hips still moving like he couldn’t stop. Like he didn’t want to.

Even as he came, he kept fucking you.

Slow now. Deep. Letting it ride out as long as possible.

His voice cracked when he said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

And honestly? You didn’t want him to.

⸻

The room was quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the sound of your shaky breathing. Your body was limp beneath him, boneless, skin slick with sweat and heat and everything he’d just poured into you. He was still inside, still twitching a little, as if even his cock didn’t want to leave your warmth.

But then Seungmin exhaled—shaky and slow—and pulled out of you with a soft hiss. He moved so carefully, hands trembling a bit as he reached for the discarded duvet to cover your body, his eyes wide and stunned, his lips parted like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

You watched him sit back on his heels, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, lashes low. The confidence—the filth—the devastating way he just fucked you… it was gone.

Now he looked shy.

Almost embarrassed.

“…Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, reaching for the tissues from the nightstand. His voice was soft again—barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to be that rough. I just— I kind of lost it.”

You smiled, dazed and aching but full of warmth, watching as he carefully cleaned you up. He was so gentle, even shaking a little, his thumb brushing your inner thigh like he didn’t know if he had the right.

You pushed yourself up slightly and cupped his jaw. “Seungmin.”

His eyes flicked up to yours.

“I’m fine. Better than fine.” You leaned in and kissed him—slow and deep, tasting the way his breath hitched in surprise. “You don’t have to be so scared. I wanted it. All of it.”

He let out a sigh, the kind that sounded more like relief than anything else.

When you broke the kiss, he hesitated, then bent to grab the shirt he’d worn earlier that night from the edge of the bed. “Here,” he murmured, helping you slip it over your head. It was soft and warm, and it smelled like him—clean laundry and sweat and the tiniest hint of cologne. He smoothed the hem over your hips gently, reverently, then looked up at you with those sweet, wrecked eyes.

“…I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed softly and dragged him into the bed beside you. He climbed in, curling behind you like it was the most natural thing in the world, pulling you into his chest, holding you so tight it was almost like he didn’t trust himself to let go.

And for a few minutes, it was just quiet. Breathing. His nose buried in your hair. Your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his knuckles where they rested over your stomach.

Then you whispered, “No one has to know, right?”

He stiffened slightly. “Right.”

“But…” you tilted your head back, meeting his eyes, “I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

Seungmin blinked. His voice cracked when he said, “You mean that?”

You nodded, smiling softly. “There’s no going back to pretending we’re just coworkers. Not after this.”

His arms tightened around you.

“Good,” he murmured, lips brushing your shoulder. “Because I don’t think I could look at you like that again. I want this. You. As much as you’ll let me have.”

And then he kissed your neck—so softly, so sweet—and whispered, “I’m yours if you want me.”

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Authors note: The way Seungmin has been creeping up on me and wrecking me these days???? Then that cute abs reveal? Safe to say he’s stuck in my head and Ive been thinking about this scenario for a VERY long time🥹

Also, we’re almost at 2k guys! 😭😭😭😭 you guys are the best fr!

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[lemon-limess]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

cw/tw: unwanted touching, obsessive behavior, panty sniffing and licking, masturbation

note: someone sent an ask about this BUT I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT!! I AM SO SORRY ANON I DID NOT MEAN TO DELETE IT AHHHH!! anyways enjoy~ (´・ω・`)

this post will contain 18+ content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who is used to being fawned and lusted over. born with a pretty face and a charming personality, he knows how to use it to his advantage and charm people into doing his bidding.

He's also insanely loaded. like he has a shit load of sugar mommies/daddies, a paypig, and has a page where he uploads special content. how he's able to manage all that, we'll never know.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who stumbles upon a tiny cafe you happen to work at, feet killing him from walking around with his sugar daddy and sugar mommy in his favorite baby blue stilettos.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ mumbles his order, rubbing his temple from an oncoming headache as he reaches into his bag to pull out his card in between his pointer and middle finger, pays for his items, and heads toward a table located in the corner of the cafe.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who scrolls through his phone mindlessly, the tapping of his acrylics being the only thing heard in the quiet space. you, on the other hand, made his drink with ease, walking back and forth behind the counter to make sure his order was properly made.

walking over to his table, you set down the drink first, to which he began to sip on, and then placed a white porcelain plate with a blueberry muffin right in front of him.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who raises a perfectly trimmed brow and points at the dessert. "I didn't order this." to which you shake your head. "I know! You just seemed a bit stressed so I uh, thought you might need something sweet to brighten your day."

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who's heart skips a beat at your kind words. his cheeks turning red as he stutters out a 'thank you' and nibbles on the sweet treat. you smile and walk back to your station, not knowing the green eyes lingering on your figure.

and that's how ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ made it his mission to visit the cafe pretty much every day in order to get to know you better. not to mention, he leaves a huge tip just for you. bro wants to give you his tip

the more he visits, the more he falls in love with you and your kind personality. eventually, he was able to snag your phone number and texts you every day.

'heya [name]! how r u?' 'are u busy? wanna call later?' 'maybe we could hang out later if ur free??'

after pressing send, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ clenches his phone to his chest, rolling back and forth on his bed as he let out giddy giggles, feet slamming against his mattress.

but it's not enough.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who watches you walk to your car from an alley after a tough day at work and in the early hours of the morning, he calls a tow truck to tow away your car while you were sleeping.

you end up calling him in a panic, practically begging him if he could drop you off at work. he giggles, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, and goes to grab his keys.

"sure! I'll drop you off," ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ turns his car on and begins driving as you gave him your address.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who parks in front of your workplace, you gather your stuff and turned to thank him, only to find his lip gloss covered lips plant themselves on your cheek, leaving a pink mark behind.

you freeze, cheeks warming at his actions. he giggles, leaning over once more to plant another kiss on your other cheek. "have a good day, cupcake!" and drives off, leaving you stunned on the sidewalk.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who then starts getting more confident in his affection.

from simple brushing against your hands to him planting goodbye kisses before dropping you off to work. it always leaves you flustered, but you don't say anything.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who brings you back to his apartment after a stressful day of work; customers shouting at you to hurry up with their order, some even throwing their drinks at you. you were on the verge of crying before ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ came to scoop you in a warm embrace, cooing words of comfort in your ears.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who encourages you to take a relaxing bath using his bath salts and bath bombs.

"i'll give you a back massage while you bathe." he coos, slipping your shirt down your shoulders, kissing at the exposed skin. you shudder at the feeling. "won't it be relaxing? you could have a sleepover here."

so here you are in the bath... with ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he snuggled his face in the crook of your neck. when you asked about why he was in the bath with you, he just shrugged you off, mumbling how “we’re both best friends and this is what best friends do."

normally friends don't do this but... you thought, shutting your eyes as ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ scrubbed your body with body wash. it does feel nice.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who immediately notices your relaxed expression, smiles and brushes his hand against your inner thigh. you jump at the feeling, turning your head to the side to stare at him.

"relax~" he laughs, the tips of his fingers teasing your folds. "I'm just washing your body."

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who teases you a bit more before removing his fingers, leaning over to pull out the drain. "time to get out, darling!" he stands up and you immediately look away from his crotch.

jesus fucking christ.

turning your head slightly, you try and get another look before flushing and shaking your head, going back to stare at the water draining. how the hell does he hide that... that weapon on him??

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ notices your staring, hoping out the tub with a towel in hand, not even bothering to hide his cock from your sight. the bastard is practically flaunting it.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who begs you to allow him to wrap you up with a smaller towel, to which you do, but man was it tight on you. pushing your breasts together and barely covering you.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who shrugs at your persistence for another towel. "it's the only clean one I have." he said like a liar, subtly eyeing the hallway closet that had towels that would completely cover you.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who gives you his clothes to wear, ignore how he picks up familiar piece of clothing, briefly bringing it to his nose for a deep sniff before shoving it under his bed for later use.

"i'll change in here with you if you don't mind!~" ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ declared, dropping his towel to slip into his sleepwear. which was an off the shoulder sweatshirt and some booty shorts that BARELY hid his bulge.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who later puts on a movie for you both to watch, sitting his plump ass on you, wrapping his arms around your neck, and giving your neck a quick peck.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who gets bored fast and decides to tease you. subtly grinding his crotch against yours, claiming that he 'was trying to get comfy,' and peppering your neck in kisses. your grip on his waist tightens at his administrations, letting out a small whine as he sucks on your skin slightly.

he soon stops his movements and continues to watch the movie like nothing happened. you pout at him, cheeks hot as you shake your head before watching the movie.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who tucks you into his bed, kissing your forehead like a loving partner before whispering he'll join you soon. you nod, turning to your side and slipping into sleep.

waking up from a loud shout with a startle, you glance at the glowing clock. it was 2 AM. ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ hadn't joined you yet so you slip out of bed and left the room in search of him.

wandering down the hallway of his apartment, another loud shout startles you. glancing around, you spot a closed room with light peeking underneath it. curiosity getting the best of you, you tip toe closer and gently cracked open the door to peek inside.

there on the bed layed ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ, in one of his hands was a clear dildo shoved in and out of his tight ass and the other was tugging at his pink puffy nipples.

in front of him was a camera. the blinking light signaling that it was recording ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ and his self-pleasuring. in his mouth, that barely did anything to cover up his loud moans, were your panties he had stolen earlier.

covering your mouth in shock, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. watching him pleasure himself was hot. ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ was hot. you can't deny that.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who begins to get louder, his hands on the dildo and his nipple went faster and faster. with an arched back, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he came. his sticky white mess landing on his chest and all over his hands, hips jerking his cock into the air, like he was imagining he was fucking into your tight cunt.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who slumps in his bed after weakly reaching over to turn off the recording, spitting out the saliva covered panties next to him and removing the dildo from his ass.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who finally catches his breath, snags a rag from the bedside table and begins to clean himself up happily. "I'll edit and post the video later but for now... it's time to sleep next to [name]!" he cheers, tossing the dirty cum filled rag into the laundry basket and changed back into his sleepwear.

realizing he was heading back to his room, you quickly head back, slipping under the sheets and closing your eyes just in time for his arrival.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ who sneaks inside the room, gently shutting the door and pulling back the sheets to slide in next to you. "goodnight [name]~" he whispered lovingly, pecking your cheek and spooning you from behind, practically purring from your warmth.

the next morning, you couldn't look at ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ in the eyes, too ashamed from peeking in at his private activities. he notices your behavior and saunters over to your side of the table. "something on your mind, [name]?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. "you look like you've seen something... naughty~"

you jump, slamming your knees against the table. "n-no! I haven't seen anything, I, uh, just had a weird dream last n-night! haha!"

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ rests his chin on the palm of his hand, a smug look plastered on his face. "you sure?~" he teased. you shout 'yes!'.

later in the day, long after you went back home, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ decides to edit the video he took a few hours ago. staring at the paused screen, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍʙᴏʏ palms himself through his shorts at the sight of your flustered face watching him please himself.

"you're sooo cute, [name]." he moans, biting his lip. "I can't wait to make you mine."

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[pedriache]

Could you write a fic where reader is a physio at Barca and gets along well with everyone but notices Pedri is a bit distant? And they interact a bunch and there’s a crap ton of tension eventually he caves and confesses he’s distant because he has feelings for her and he doesn’t wanna jeopardize her job.

Touch and go ✴︎/ Pedri Gonzalez !

Synopsis. Six months of working for FC Barcelona as their new physio had you creating small friendships with the team. All except for one. Pedri. He couldn’t seem to talk to you about anything that wasn’t strictly professional. And it sucked, because a part of you had wanted his friendship more than anything. If only you knew Pedri wanted all that and more.

Word count. 910+

Disclaimer/s. Miscommunication to fluff !

Notes. Haii �� I am sooo back. Sorry if this isn’t exactly how you wanted!

𝓨ou’d been with Barça for four months before you noticed it. Pedri didn’t seem to look let alone speak to you unless he had to.

It wasn’t rude. It wasn’t even standoffish… just neutral. Like he’d drawn an invisible line in front of you the day you joined the physio team and that line wouldn’t budge an inch.

The others weren’t like that. Gavi pulled childish jokes out during stretches. Lewandowski always asked about your family. Even Hansi Flick went out of his way to personally thank you for all you did. Hell, he brought you coffee one morning!

But Pedri? Always polite. Always distant. And always tensing when your hands touched him.

For months you tried not to take it personally. Maybe he was just shy, he always seemed shy in the press, or maybe he just didn’t like being touched. Nonetheless, the tension never eased. Not when you worked on his shoulder after a minor muscle got pulled, not when you wrapped his ankles after matches. Never. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse,

“Something on your mind?” It was late, a Thursday after a match. The rest of the team was departing already, but Pedri’s leg had taken a been worn thin and was starting to get sore.

So, he stayed late for a post match recovery session — tight hamstring, nothing too serious. You were kneeling in front of him, thumb pressing into the back of his thigh, when you’d finally gotten the nerve to ask.

Brown eyes snapped up from the floor to meet yours. “No. . . why?”

“You’re stiff as a board.. And not just today,” you add lightly, eyes flickering up to find the flicker of guilt that passed across his face. Ah, so you were right. “You tense up whenever I work on you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you hate me.”

Your lips quirked slightly, trying to make light of how very much this was effecting you. It didn’t get past Pedri, though. He just watched as you adjusted his leg, your fingers skimming down the line of muscle with practiced care.

“You’re… good at your job,” he finally said. “Too good.”

You would’ve laughed if that statement hadn’t been so confusing. “That’s a compliment, right?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

Pedri’s jaw flexed. “I mean it makes it hard to stay away.”

The silence that followed wasn’t comfortable. It was charged, making your throat tighten. You pause then, hand still resting on his thigh. “Uhm, why would you want to stay away?”

Then, for the first time, his eyes met yours, and didn’t look away. “I didn’t want to make things complicated.”

“Because…?”

“Because I like you,” he stated simply. “Too much. From the start. In a way I’m not supposed to like a co-worker. And I just don’t know how to act around you normally.”

For the longest time, you just stared at him, breath caught in your throat while he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes finally dropping before he explained.

“Listen, I didn’t want to cross a line and make things weird. You’re here to do your job and if something happened between us, or if I made you uncomfortable… I didn’t want to mess things up for you.”

Oookay. Out of all the things you’d expected to happen today, this was not on that list.

Rolling back on your heels and planting your butt on the nasty locker room floor, you tried to steady your heart rate through long breaths.

“So, let me get this straight. Instead of just.. y’know what! Never mind. Instead, you just acted like I didn’t exist?”

Pedri flinched slightly, lifting a hand to run it through his damp hair. And fuck if he didn’t look good doing it. “I was just trying to protect you and your job.” He pauses then, “and myself.”

You looked at him, really looked—at the crease between his brows, the flush in his neck, the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

Smiling weakly, you give his knee a light squeeze. “You’re not the only one who’s trying to act normal.”

The males head shot up and this time the silence was almost comfortable. Soft. Something you didn’t dare to break because you found you liked this sort of silence with him. It was new and didn’t make you want to run for the hills unlike it had with any of your past relationships.

Standing, you wiped your hands off on your shorts and smiled gently. “There is no need to protect me from something I want, too.”

Mouth parting like he might argue, or say something he might regret, you didn’t give him the chance. Sticking out your hand, you offered him help up.

Taking it hesitantly, Pedri stood to his full height, meaning you had to crane your neck a few inches back to meet his gaze. He was close. So close.

Sucking in a deep breath, you stand on your tip toes and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. When you eventually pull back, you’re met with a face so goofy, you couldn’t help the breathy laugh that escaped you.

“Wha—“ Pedri choked before clearing his throat and straightening his back. “What was that for?”

Grinning, you take one step back. “That means you owe me.” Shrugging you add, “I like Thai food.”

It only took him two days to find a free spot in his schedule to fulfill that debt.

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[suprababka]

Hiii! If it’s not a problem can I request a headcanon of waking OPM characters with head? :)

Hiii!👋 Of course it's not a problem, thank you for the request! :) Thirsty, aren't we?😉 (me too🤝) If something is not right, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Have fun!💕

Waking them up with giving them a head

T/W: NSWF content! Minors, do NOT interact!!!🔞🔞🔞 (also me: *writes for Metal Bat*... but he's at least 17... right?)

A/N: that's my 100th post, wow!🤩 (remember me saying in the previous post that I'd be free from now on? Well, I guess I underestimated the upcoming wave of deadlines and the exhaustion as a consequence, sorry as always😅 BUT NOW I ACTUALLY WILL BE MORE FREE SINCE I'M ON SUMMER HOLIDAYS, YAAAAY😎) (even Murata managed to upload new chapter meantime, lol)

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

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Prepare for possible OOC!

Also be aware of implied fem!reader!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

You wake up only to see your boyfriend sleeping with his mouth agape and sprawled out on the bed/mattress (as always)

And as you lift yourself up from his chest, you feel a bump against your butt

Yes, it's Saitama's morning wood

A mischievous smile appears on your face as you lick your lower lip

Maybe there is something in the air today or feeling your man's hard cock between your ass cheeks made you horny immediately

In any case, your playful mood rises

And in the next moment, your hands swiftly slip off Saitama's pants and underwear, making his dick spring out freely

Finding yourself starting to drool, you decide not to waste time and begin kissing and licking the tip

You glance at your man who is still sleeping like nothing is going on

You continue your ministrations, gradually taking in more and more his length

Meanwhile, Saitama is sleeping soundly, rarely twitching his fingers and moving his head

So there is a reaction after all...

But not enough

Your moves get more intense

Soon, your boyfriend unconsciously starts buckling his hips, his tip goes deeper in your throat

And you can feel it pulsing, meaning the upcoming release

Just a little bit more, and you will send Saitama over the edge

But suddenly, he sits up, screaming "AHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME, I WON'T LICK YOUR POPSICLE!!!"

You stop, staring at your boyfriend with a surprised look

He is perplexed, both trying to come back to reality and to process what is happening

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks after watching you with the half of his dick inside your mouth for some time

His voice doesn't sound irritated, it's filled with genuine confusion

You sit up, chuckling and wiping away your saliva

"I'm waking you up, hun."

Saitama silently hisses, feeling his tip exposed to coldness, and immediately wraps his fingers around it

Even though he furrows his brows because of this, his eyes are full of desperate need to finish what you started

Smirking, you return attention to your man's dick and proceed to suck him off

This makes him ejaculate in no time

Swallowing the sperm, you innocently smile at your boyfriend

"Good morning, 'Tama! Hope you slept well."

Saying that last night was intense is an understatement

You can already feel soreness in your body as you begin to wake up

Opening your eyes, you see your boyfriend sleeping next to you

This surprises you as Genos is always the last one to fall asleep and the first one to wake up

Or maybe you got up too early?

The sun, shining through the curtains, tells you otherwise

Anyway, the S-class hero deserves the rest

You start getting up from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake him up

And as you do that, you notice that Genos didn't take his cock off

He has never forgotten about it before

Poor thing, he must have been really worn out then

You suddenly remember his words that Dr. Kuseno made his dick more sensitive and almost the same as human organ

Almost...

You realize that your man doesn't have morning wood

It's not like it's a bad thing or something else

But it makes you wonder how does your boyfriend gets hard

Does he do it telepathically? Or there are some buttons? Or..?

You decide to conduct a small experiment: tease Genos and see if his erection will appear

Your fingers playfully caress his abdomen, getting closer to his length and running along it

The cock gradually rises

Aha, so S-class hero doesn't control it

Feeling enthusiastic, you start kissing and licking the dick

You get so engaged in this that you basically start sucking your man off and don't notice him waking up

"Y/n?" a calm voice which you love so much is heard

You come back to reality and realize what you're doing now

Embarrassed, you move away from him and don't dare to look into his eyes, feeling how they already scan you

Silence

You want to explain yourself, but don't know how

As you're about to say something, Genos speaks first

"Princess, did I not satisfy you the other night? I apologize as I thought you had more than enough due to falling asleep rather quickly after multiple lovemaking sessions. Please, let me fix my mistake."

Embarrassed, you chuckle and explain everything

After that, cyborg calmly tells you that his strap-on is connected to his nervous system, meaning that it functions like an organ

But there is a nuance: it's connected to anything related to the sexual arousal

...Well, it's what you understand from the long speech, full of different terms that you heard of for the first time in your life

After you thank S-class hero, a silence between you falls again

You can't help but still feel embarrassed

Especially when your boyfriend is still hard, despite him looking unfazed

He follows your gaze down to... his cock

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I will remove my strap-on now since it makes you uncomfortable."

Huh?

You stop Genos before he could pull it off and ask him if you can continue what you started

He is a bit surprised at your request, but lets you do your thing

After all, your wish is his command

Even though he'd prefer to pleasure you instead

Your tongue and lips do wonders to him

They feel like heaven on hid cock

And some time later, he fills your mouth with his cum

You swallow it and want to get up to start the day

But strong arms pin you against the bed

"Thank you for the blowjob, princess. Now, let me return the favor, please."

You wake up, feeling like something is practically glued to you

Of course, it's your boyfriend who is snuggling against you like a koala

And meanwhile he cutely snuffles into your ears, his morning hardness perfectly brushes between your legs

What a contrast

As much as you’d like to keep laying in bed, you can't ignore the appearing wetness in your panties

What a sleeping teaser Sonic is

Two can play the game

You carefully untangle from the strong grip and replace yourself with a pillow

Your hands move down to his cock and softly stroke him, making your man jolt

But he doesn't wake up

...Yet

It's time to bring out the big guns

Your mouth, namely

Your lips wrap around ninja's dick and start sliding down it

Sonic starts slightly moaning and sulking while tossing around

You continue doing your thing

And soon, he opens his eyes and looks at you confused

"Y/nnie? What are you doi– Ah-h..."

Poor baby can't even finish the question as he tilts his head back, moaning and rolling his eyes

Grinning you let go of him, standing up

Your boyfriend looks at you like a kid whose favourite candy was taken away from him

"Hey there, hedgehog. I was just checking your ninja skills. It could be anyone else instead of me, you know. You should be more careful."

"Wha... wha... what..?"

You chuckle and decide to tease Sonic further

"Since I woke you up, I'll go to the kitchen now to start making breakfast now. See you there!"

Your man blinks for a few times

Then he looks at his hard member and returns his gaze to your retreating silhouette

"Wait! Don't leave me alone like this! Hey! Please, mommy! I need your help! Please, Y/nniiiiieeeeee!!!"

Aw, how can you say no to such a cute face?

For some reason, the view of your boyfriend's hard dick tightening his pants always makes you feel things

Oh, and how do you love stroking it...

And today's morning is no exception

The first thing you see is a huge bulge in Garou's boxers

You instantly smirk, knowing what to do

There is no chance in hell you will skip the opportunity to tease him

You wrap your fingers around the hardness and start stroking it, watching the man's reaction

But he continues sleeping

Seriously?

Maybe getting rid of the underwear will make the cock more sensitive?

You take off Garou's boxers and proceed to masturbate his now exposed dick

And again, no result

It looks like you gotta put your mouth into use

Not that you mind it though

You start sucking your boyfriend off, regularly stealing glances at him

As you could have already guessed, the view before you doesn't change

Feeling frustrated, you begin to move your head more actively, taking the cock deep in your throat

You start enjoying this so much that you forget about your man and your desperate attempt to tease him

You concentrate on the way his tip reaches your throat and how your tongue and lips brush against the flesh

Soon, your mouth gets filled with sperm, and you swallow it

Satisfied, you lift your head up... and meet a pair of pleased golden eyes

Garou looks at you with a rather smug smirk on his face

His hands are crossed behind his head as if he is enjoying some show on TV

...

This bastard was pretending to be asleep the whole time

"Good morning, sweetheart. Well, I don't know about you, but I had a wonderful start of the day... I could get used to waking up like that, you know."

Just don't be surprised to get up feeling how long fingers stretch out your pussy the next morning

A smile spreads across your face before you even open your eyes

It's because you can feel your man's arms wrapped around you and his hot breath against your neck

S-class hero finally gets a rest that he deserves so much after an exhausting week

Zenko is on her mini school trip, so it's just you and your boyfriend

Feeling a sudden wave of affection towards Badd, you face him and caress his cheek, peppering his face with kisses and simply admiring his beauty

In return, he hums in his sleep, pressing you closer against him... and his morning wood

A thought crosses your mind

It's late morning, so why not to give Metal Bat a pleasant awakening?

Grinning, you carefully escape from his grip and remove his pants and boxers

You spit on your fingers and grind his cock

Your boyfriend moans softly, but still doesn't wake up

You leave a trail of kisses along his length and peck his tip, making Badd slightly move and grab the sheets

Proceeding to the next step, you gradually take your man's dick in your mouth and start moving your head up and down

Young hero starts openly moaning, tightly gripping the sheets and tossing and turning

Soon, his tip starts pulsing and his moans get deeper

Metal Bat unconsciously buckles his hip, shoving his cock deep down your throat

Your movements become more intense, and your boyfriend cums not long after

He loudly moans and sits up, opening his eyes, while you get filled with his sperm

And stares at you confused as you turn your head to look at him, grinning after consuming his release

His eyes widen, a pure terror appears on his face

"Zenko!.. She didn't hear us, did she?!"

You chuckle and remind him that his sister is away

Badd exhales relieved

He processes what just happened and listens to you, saying that you wanted to give him a pleasant surprise

Unexpectedly, he covers your lips with his and leaves a trail of kisses down your wet pussy

Now it's time for him to show you his gratitude

Your sex life with Amai is full of different experiments and filled with passion

Mostly, it's Mask who thinks of something new or spices things up

Don't worry, you also take part in diversifying your fun in bed

And as for now, you're pulling your boyfriend's pajama and underwear off him meanwhile he sleeps soundly

Why?

Well... why not? ;)

You know how much Beaut loves it when you give him a head

So having you sucking off his dick must be a rather great start of the day for him, right?

Especially considering that both of you have a free day ahead

You start stroking your man's cock only to get no reaction from him

And even when you start pecking his tip, he continues to sleep

Without wasting time, your lips wrap around hardness and proceed to push it into your mouth with your tongue sliding along the flesh

You decided to have it little by little

And as you're about to move your head up, a hand stops you

"Come on, darling, we both know you can take much more than that."

Amai starts moving your head up and down with his hand

His dick goes deep down your throat as tears form in your eyes

Yeah, pop idol likes to be rough with you in bed

And you like it

Slurping, you continue sucking off your man

(or should I say getting your throat fucked?)

Some time later, he starts buckling his hips, making him go even deeper than before into you and practically stuffing your mouth with his balls

It means he's close now

A few more hard thrusts, and Sweet Mask fills your throat with his cum

You swallow it and receive a head pat as you get praised for performing a fantastic blowjob

And then Amai suddenly grabs you, pinning you on bed beneath him

You subconsciously press your wet pussy against his knee, which is already between your legs, wanting for more

Your boyfriend lowers his head and leaves a trail of kisses along your neck

As you arch your back to get closer to him, you feel him moving away and standing up from bed

"Let's brush our teeth first, and after that we can... return to our business."

...

What a teasing bastard

You wake up and notice that your man still sleeping

Now that's a rare sight since he almost always wakes up first

Usually, you either let him sleep... or mess with him

For example, draw him a mustache with toothpaste, wake him up by squeezing a lemon into his mouth or braid his hair

Or.... give him a head

Yes, that's what you're doing right now

Well, trying to do

Because as soon as your hands get on the waistband of his underwear, the ninja immediately opens his eyes and stops you

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

...Oops

How to explain this?

You try to reassure him that your intentions weren't bad and get a skeptical look from Flashy Flash

"Your so-called pranks usually leave me in disgust or you in disappointment. So stop whatever you were about to start."

He listens to your yapping about noble plans for god knows how long

(around five minutes)

Finally, he signs and reluctantly lets go of your hands

S-class hero can't help but feel intrigued by your bold advance on his morning wood

Usually, he is the one performing oral because, again, he feels uncomfortable at the thought of you having something shoved in your throat

So the blond is confused at your eagerness to suck him off and decides to enjoy the show

As you take him step by step, a huge wave of pleasure spreads across his body

He lets out a soft groan, tilting his head back and closing his eyes

His hand subconsciously moves to the back of your head and supports it, gently helping you

The deeper his dick goes down your throat, the closer he gets to his release

Ah, it feels so good

As for you, it's safe to stay you're fully engrossed in the process... and feel aroused as well

And your fingers that desperately rub your wet pussy don't help much

You increase your pace and start feeling your man's tip pulsing

(and the way your cunt throbs too)

Soon enough, Flashy Flash cums in your mouth, and you swallow everything without wasting a single drop

You both stare at each other with a heat in your eyes

This is not enough

Not even saying a word to each other, you both begin to move

Your ass faces the man as he lowers his head and lovingly flicks his tongue between your folds

The show must go on

Zombieman's groans mix with your slurping and muffed moans, filling the room

Your mouth gets ravished by your boyfriend's dick as he slams his balls against your lips with a loud smack

His tip harshly reaches your throat, brushing against your tonsils

A few drops of saliva run along your neck and splatter on your bare chest, joining the other ones

The man's moves quicken, signaling his upcoming release

Just a few more thrusts, and, and!..

You open your eyes

It was just a dream

What the hell

Thanks to such vivid vision in your head that you probably won't forget about for the day, you find yourself feeling thirsty

But not for the water

You look at your sleeping man who nuzzles against you

... and whose morning wood perfectly slides along your needy pussy

Being in a daze, you slightly grind your folds against his hardness

Ah, shouldn't have done that

Because your horny mood only rose

What to do?

You don't want to wake Zombieman up

Nor you want to help yourself in the bathroom

Because what you're really craving is filling your mouth with the hero's cock

Without realizing it, you move your hands to his boxers and slip them off, freeing his dick

In the heat of the moment, you start covering it with kisses and caressing it

Soon, you take it in your mouth, moaning in pleasure

Loud enough to wake your boyfriend up

He blinks, staring at you and trying to come to his senses

Maybe it's still a dream?

But it feels too real though

S-class hero pinches himself

Turns out, this is actually happening

You're sucking his cock

And when your tongue goes over that special spot, he lets out a deep groan, tilting his head back and closing eyes

He continues enjoying your mouth worshiping his length, telling how good it feels and brushing away strands of your hair (if there are any)

And do you know what can make this even better?

A morning cigarette

He reaches over to the nightstand and places a cigarette between his lips, igniting it

Zombieman takes a big drag and slowly exhales

Perfect, just perfect

(if you're uncomfortable with the smoke and smell, then he doesn't do it)

You begin gulping down more and more of his dick, feeling how your man unconsciously buckles his hips and how his tip pulses

And soon enough, he lets go

You swallow the sperm as he puts out a cigarette

"Dear, you're going to be the death of me one day, you know."

You just give him a mischievous smirk which makes him to grin in return

In the next moment, you're pushed to your back and your legs are spread open as two fingers enter your pussy

"Now, let me please you as well."

You and King sometimes like to watch porn and hentai together

Why?

Firstly, to get aroused (not that you both have problems with that, but it helps to settle the mood)

Secondly, you do it just for fun (there even were cases where you got into plot and watched only for it)

And thirdly, to get new ideas for sex or to understand how to do some poses

And one day, you get a glimpse of a video title where a girl wakes her boyfriend up with a blowjob

King doesn't notice it, but you decide to try out this when the opportunity arrives

Meaning, the next morning

When you free your boyfriend's cock, you start smoothly stroking it

King instantly moves his head, whimpering

But still doesn't wake up

You take the next step: pepper his hardness with kisses and lick it there and there

S-class hero starts moaning

And now it's time for the main "event"

You gradually take his dick and start sucking him

Man's moans get louder as you pick up the pace

His cock starts twitching rather quickly, signaling the building release

And as King is about to cum, he opens his eyes and sees your head between his legs

He doesn't even question what is going on because his mind is focused on reaching the peak

Just a little bit more, and some more, and–

"I'm coming!"

But he doesn't

You let go of him and look at his desperate face

Blue eyes are filled with pleading to finish what was started

But you don't give in so easily

"Mm? Why are you looking at me like this, baby?"

"I need... to cum..."

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"Please... finish..."

"Huh? I don't really understand. Speak louder."

"I... I... Please, finish what you started!"

"Eh? What exactly I started?"

"Giving me a head..."

"So you want me to suck you off?"

"Y-yes!"

"And what is the magic word?"

"Please! I'm begging!"

You chuckle

"Alright, since you ask so nicely."

You lower your head and proceed giving him a head

King is already tense and about to ejaculate

So one playful bite on his tip makes him go over the edge

He pants, looking at you swallowing his cum and then smirking

"Good morning, King! I hope you don't mind that I took an idea on how to wake you up from one adult vid."

"What... what the hell just happened?"

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Hello gang, I’m Ryan!

22 years old (‘02)

I’m a nonbinary lesbian (any/all)

Originally from São Paulo, Brazil, but lived in LA for 4 years to attend university

I have a bachelor’s degree in biochemistry with a minor in science education!

I’m passionate about: 80s punk/post-punk, 90s grunge, 2000s pop punk, biochemistry (obviously), science education (obviously), makeup, alternative fashion, making jewelry, playing bass, and literature

My ultimate goal in life is to be a chemistry professor! I’m always happy to answer any science-y questions, so send them my way! My tag for this is #ryan talks science

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Writing Techniques #1b: Characterization

Hey all! This post will be focusing on how you write your side characters, both major and minor. Hope you enjoy!

Where to start First of all, the foundation to your side character is really no different than your protagonists. What is their place in the world, what is their goal and why do they have that goal? The biggest difference is that you will want to design your side characters to have goals that run parallel or directly against those of your protagonist, so as to keep them from being awkwardly isolated from the rest of the story. Notably, the ideal place to be with a side character’s goals is actually somewhere in between the two extremes I just described - neither utterly complacent nor wholly inversed. This applies to all characters, including your villain!

To argue or agree A significant component to writing a believable world is to make your characters’ reactions feel reasonable. By that, I really mean just having your characters get mad when they would actually get mad, not just for the sake of driving the story forward, and having your characters “go along with it” to a similarly reasonable degree. Constant friction will slow your book to a crawl, but if nobody sees consequences for their decisions, it’ll remove all tension. Ultimately, the balance in between is best found by testing different characters and how they interact with each-other, immersing yourself in them until you feel like you know what makes them mad and what makes them surrender. 

Who to focus on

You might run into the issue of not wanting to give more focus to your side characters than your protagonist, though you simultaneously have the urge to explore them more or feel like that is where the story should go. There are definitely times where you should go through with exploring them, and times when you shouldn’t: this largely depends on the side character’s presence in the story. You’ll be forgiven for taking the time to delve into the protagonist’s best friend, but the blacksmith’s apprentice they see maybe twice a year probably shouldn’t get the same focus unless you plan to do something significant to the story with them. 

Additionally, I just want to say that there is nothing wrong with wanting to explore your side characters - in fact, that’s fantastic! Whether you go through with writing it or not, just allowing them that presence shows you care for the world you’re creating, and it gives you a better sense of how the world works. There is also nothing wrong with that intrigue exceeding what you, in the moment, feel for the protagonist - they are (presumably) sticking around for the whole story, after all. You settle into feeling a certain way for them, like when you love someone for a very long time. 

A plot device with a face Then, there is the inverse problem. One of the biggest writing sinkholes I can think of is when you write your side characters as tools that provide specific things to completing the protagonist’s objective. 

The thief they recruit exists purely to pick open locks without a name or real personality beyond “sneaky and maybe witty”; the mayor is there for them to convince into allowing the conference room to be used for meetings, with no other connection or major influence upon the story despite his position and all it has taken him to get there. These characters do not contribute any more to the story than physical tools do, and accomplish little besides steering the reader’s attention to what seem like points of interest, only to fall flat. 

Do not do this! If a character is not important enough to the story to have beliefs and skills and a history that leads them in life, either leave them out or rewrite them to where they do. You need to give your characters the time and love necessary for them to shine, or else you will end up with what is very vaguely called… A two-dimensional character!!!

Connections matter Even with a well-designed, multifaceted character, it is important to consider how they connect to the rest of the world. Have they met other side characters or even the protagonist in the past? Are they familiar with key locations and concepts that they can then elaborate on or otherwise help with? These connections make your world easier to comprehend, easier to visualize, which is a great boon to the reading experience. 

Value of a craft This is kind of obvious, but all your characters must contribute something to the story. Be that through who they are, their resources, their skills or the sheer situation they have been forced into, you need to show the audience why a character is worth following. Simultaneously, you cannot have any character in your story be an everyman - they must have flaws, both personal and practical, things they are worse at and things they simply cannot handle. Characters with a great deal of practical skills, assassins or scholars, may fall short in things like emotional intelligence, failing to comprehend their own feelings and their sources. Inversely, characters who possess great kindness and empathy can become a crutch for the aforementioned practically skilled. If you want to make a heartwrenching moment in your story, having them lose that person may be worth looking into. 

The End Thanks for reading! This is a slightly shorter post, because I have a headache and cannot think of anything else to say that wouldn’t at least double the length of this thing. It feels kind of silly, trying to condense a topic as vague and broad as “side characters” into a single post but I’m already doing, like, four parts for the very first writing technique and I don’t want to drag this out even longer. 

You might also notice that the style between these posts is shifting a lot, and that’s because I’m still trying to figure out what feels best. This post also doesn’t have any written examples, like the fury post did, but that’s because I went completely off track and wrote an example better fit for a post about protagonists and dynamics and stuff, so… I guess I’ll be posting an addendum to that one fairly soon! 

By the way the post on Fury is almost at 20 notes and I mean holy crap I’ve been here for like four days this is insane!!! Thanks so much for reading these things!!! And if there’s anything you’d like to see more of in future posts don’t be afraid to message me or comment or send asks or whisper my name precisely thirteen times before you go to bed!!!

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| DNI: Basic DNI criteria, MAGA, trump supporters, anyone who judges any religions at all, cishet men over 15 (no hate I just don't feel comfortable!), anyone who believes in cringe culture, proshippers, darkshippers, epic!sharpwolf shippers

| BYF: i'm awkward, I have some attachment issues so I might get overly attached to you quickly, I mirror people so I might be dry if you are, but I DEFINITELY will not be if you aren't. Also, like I said, i'm a minor!

I am a yumeshipper! What that means:

A yumeshipper is someone who ships themselves with a character, or someone who ships an OC of theirs with a character. It could also be a platonic/familial thing, like you're saying a character is your family! Sometimes this uses a self-insert or persona, or sometimes it's just yourself. (Feel free to ask additional questions about this in DMs or comments! i'm happy to answer as long as you're being respectful!)

f/o list: (all familial yumes default mean my children and i'm sharing with all of them!)

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Telemachus | Epic the Musical | hypersharing | romantic Aeolus | Epic the Musical | sharing | queerplatonic Berlioz | Aristocats | familial Janice Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale | familial Elio | Elio | familial Rachel | Angels of Death | familial Kiran | OC (fae's (@/Apolloinaplaguemask's) :3) Eddie | angels of death | familial Atticus | OC | hypersharing | romantic

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Other socials:

Twitter (@Evelynshitposts)

Discord (@Night_vale8)

Spotify (can't get on rn but I'll link it tmrw)

I also have pinterest but unfortunately I cannot make that account public until i'm sixteen, so cannot share that yet!

I love to talk to people, so feel free to leave anything in my inbox, dm me, whatever! I usually follow people back :3

[postalshots]

droppin’ an intro here cause we feel like it :p

this is a little get to know us as a sys. it’s nothing too too special lmao.

— ✦ we don’t go by a specific name, so whatever YOU feel is right to call us then please do.

— ✦ we’re 19 bodily. we’re an adult, let’s keep that in mind.

— ✦ we specifically use she/her pronouns for when we’re body & when one of our alters is fronting but the other 2 are he/him.

— ✦ as of now, we only have 3 alters that usually gate keep from time to time.

— ✦ we’re okay with minors interacting with us just please don’t be weird, sexualize us, or be fucking rude. ts ain’t cool and you’ll get your ass blocked if that happens.

— ✦ we’re tcc if you can’t already tell. if you have an issue with it then block us, it really isn’t that hard.

— ✦ we like postal, a lot. it’s our fixation and it’s something we really enjoy playing. we also play minecraft, fnaf, roblox, gmod, and a fuck ton of other games.

— ✦ we have a job, we work and also are in college so please understand that if we aren’t really active all that much it’s because of those two things. and because of the fact that we have an outside life.

— ✦ we don’t really plan on posting much but if we do then please feel free to interact with us by either comments, dms, or asks.

— ✦ we like music (but not country), we like playing video games (like we said up above), we like hanging out with our irl/online friends, we like tcc and looking up different crimes that catch our eye, we like reading (horror novels), writing (whether it’s in our journal or in notebooks), and we like meeting new people + making new friends.

— ✦ you’re always welcome to message us, interact, etc with us any time. no matter who’s fronting or if you’re talking to our body specifically we’re always willing to grow new friendships.

— ✦ a side note as well, we have socials that you’re more than welcome to ask for if you’re wanting to be friends with us. we don’t find it awkward if you ask for our discord, tiktok, reddit, etc. we actually appreciate it, so please don’t hold back from asking.

[quetzalcoatlrandomthoughts]

Hello! In need of some good art? Well, here are my recommendations! (In no particular order)

@technically-human - Sonic. Comics. Mainly Stobotnik. Lots of fun aus (my favorite is mobian Stone). Updates fairly quickly

@mercurio-shadowz - Sonic. Comics. Sonadow, minor knuxouge, slightly less minor qpr Rouge and Shadow. The art is very expressive

@monoex - Sonic. Also posts on youtube. No specific ships from what I can tell. Mostly does ocs, but also canon characters. Amazing rendering! I only recently discovered them, so I'm not as attached to them as I am to the artists above, but monoex has quickly risen to my top 3 favorite Sonic artists

@beybuniki - My Hero Academia. Mostly single drawings. Mostly qpr bkdk, some Dabihawks, one miruko/fuyumi but I loved it a lot so I mentioned it here. They are just... UGH. So good at drawing. I love the colors and designs and interactions. If you like mha, please check them out

@habken - My Hero Academia. Bkdk. Some comics. For some reason they don't appear on my feed often, but when I do see them, I'm always happy. Their artstyle is *chefs kiss*

@moomeecore - Mixture (mlp, adventure time, warrior cats, no fandom). Bunch of different mediums: digital, mlp figures, pottery, and other stuff I probably missed. Some ships, but not much. The best I can describe their style is scrunkly. If I ate it, I bet it would taste like warm buttered popcorn

Please check out these artists! And if they impress you enough/you have the money, definitely donate. A lot of them have comms open :D

[trxns-fxg]

Really need to suck some t-dick rn.

[snail-day]

TW: Fluff/Smut, Aftercare, Creampie, pussy drunk gojo. Humiliation/Affectionate Bullying. Praise. Overstimulation. Domestic bliss. MDNI Happy Early Monday <3

Satoru is the type to ask dumb questions like: “I can see her?”

It’s some privilege he hasn’t already earned a thousand times over. But you know that look in his eyes, mischievous, awestruck, and just a little too innocent for what he's asking. So you sigh, roll your eyes, and pull your panties to the side. It’s not even sexual. Not at first. He’s just obsessed. Worshipful, even.

Your very pretty little kitty - his favorite thing in the world. Well, besides you. Sliding his blindfold up just enough to get a better look. Baby-blues observing the way your kitty looks all soft and plushy.

“Such pretty lips you got here,” he drawls out with an edge of awe, spreading you open with careful, slender fingers. His thumb drags slowly through your slit, savoring every texture, every slick sound your body makes for him. A finger pushes in, slowly as he admires the way your walls suck it in, just so he can feel how warm you are around him. His thumb brushes over your clit - his favorite spot - and you twitch beneath him, breath hitching.

A slow smirk curls on his lips as his eyes gleam at the way slick begins to form. “Come on,” he coos, “I’m just looking. Why are you getting all perverted on me now?” Causing you to hide your face in the pillow, but that doesn’t stop him. If anything, the action spurs him on.

“Aww, don’t get all shy on me now,” he fans out, voice sticky sweet, laced with mock sympathy. “You’re the one gushing all over my hand.” Sliding another finger inside like he’s testing the waters - slow and indulgent - curling it just enough to make your thighs twitch. His other hand stays on your ass, thumb dragging lazy circles into your skin as if to soothe you while he bullies your pussy with the other.

And he talks. God, he never shuts up.

“Feel that?” he asks in a soft murmur, voice low, almost velvet. “She clenches up so tight the second I go deeper. Like she’s starved for it.” He lets out a soft laugh, lips brushing against the curve of your lower back. “So greedy, baby. You just love being full, huh?”

You can feel him watching you - eyes locked on the way your folds flutter around nothing, like you’re already begging to be filled. And he hasn’t even done anything yet. Just touched. Just talked. Just looked at you.

“You get shy,” he says, voice syrupy with amusement, “but your body’s louder than your mouth ever is.” His fingers dip back down, gathering more of your slick like he’s collecting honey from his favorite honeybee. “She’s practically sobbing for me right now.”

You let out a muffled whine into the pillow, heat licking up your spine.

“Oh? Hiding from me again?” he grins, leaning in close so his breath brushes your ear. “You weren’t hiding when you pulled your panties to the side like a good little thing.” His fingers return, this time two slipping in with ease. The stretch pulls a shaky moan from your throat, and he groans, low and pleased.

“God, listen to that.” The wet, obscene squelch of your arousal makes your toes curl. “You hear how fucking juicy you are? So greedy, who knew a sweet thing like yourself could be this greedy.” Those fingers curl just right, and your back arches, body betraying you. You don’t even know what you’re gasping at anymore, his touch, his voice, or the sheer humiliation of it all.

“And look at this,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out just to show you how they glisten, strings of your arousal clinging to them like taffy. “You make such a mess for me, baby. Every. Time.”

You try to move, to turn away or hide your face deeper in the sheets, but he’s already sliding between your thighs, one hand gripping your hip to keep you still.

“Mm-mm. Don’t you dare run from me,” he purrs. “I haven’t even started tasting yet.” His tongue flicks out, warm and wet against your throbbing clit, and your body jolts, hips threatening to lift right off the bed. He groans like you’re a five-star meal, like he’s starving, like you’re the only thing he’s ever craved.

“Goddamn,” he moans into you, lapping at your soaked folds. “You taste better every time. Like your pussy’s in love with me or something.” You release a pitiful squeak, actually squeak, into the pillow, and he laughs, smug and breathless.

“Don’t act surprised,” he murmurs, tongue dragging a slow stripe up your slit. “She gives you away more than your mouth ever could.” And with that, he dives in again, thoroughly tasting all of you. Soft trembles giving yourself away with thighs slickened and twitching, hips rutting into the air like you’re chasing something you can’t quite name.

He’s been between your legs for what feels like forever, alternating between teasing licks and filthy praise that makes your whole body burn. When he finally pulls back, mouth glistening with your slick, you think maybe he’s done teasing. But then he taps the head of his cock right against your clit. You flinch, your whole body jolting as a gasp rips from your throat.

“Easy,” he coos again, grinning like a devil. “She’s sensitive, huh? Can’t blame her... I’ve been down there talking her ear off.” You make a noise, half groan, half sob. Your hips lift on instinct, trying to chase the weight of him. He chuckles and lines himself up, pressing his thick, velvety head right against your entrance.

But he doesn’t push in.

Just stays there. Warm. Heavy. Mean.

“I’ll be good,” you whisper, your voice a desperate little mess muffled in the pillow. “Just - please, Toru.” And he melts. Just a little. The kind of man who would paint the stars if you asked nicely.

“Alright, baby. Just the tip, yeah?” You know it’s a lie. He knows it’s a lie. But you still nod, biting your lip like maybe if you play along, he’ll go easy on you.

He presses in. Just the tip. Just enough to stretch you open, to have your back arching and your fingers clawing at the sheets. He groans low, head dropping as your warmth envelops him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel too good. Like your pussy’s trying to pull me in already.” You whimper something incoherent, nails curling into the sheets. He doesn’t move for a moment. Just stays there, buried an inch deep, his hands stroking over your hips as if he’s being patient.

Then he slides in another inch.

You gasp, thighs shaking. “Toru - ”

“Shh,” he soothes. “It’s still just the tip. Promise.” You know damn well he’s halfway in, but he kisses the small of your back like he’s innocent. Like this isn’t a trap. Like you didn’t fall into it willingly.

“See?” he murmurs, hips rolling forward just a little more, “you’re takin’ it so well. So warm... so snug around me already.” His hand slips under your stomach, lifting your hips just slightly, angling you how he likes.

“This okay, baby?” he asks, voice husky with restraint.

You nod - yes, please, more, whatever gets him to stop talking and finally, he bottoms out. One slow, devastating thrust, all the way in. You cry out, face buried in the sheets, and he groans into your neck, kissing along your shoulder.

“God, you always fall for it,” he pants, voice smug and aching at the same time. “Every damn time.” Starts to move, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every pulse, every squeeze, every helpless little noise you make.

“You knew it wasn’t gonna be just the tip, baby,” he whispers against your skin. “You wanted it all, didn’t you?”

The smirk slips after a few more thrusts. His breath stutters. Hands gripping your hips tremble just a little.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, already rutting into you, slower than he wants but deeper than he should. “You’re - shit, you’re gripping me so tight. I can’t - ” Cuts himself off with a whine, burying his face against your shoulder like he’s ashamed of the sound.

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your skin, hips rocking helplessly. “Missed this. Missed you. God, I think I’m going crazy…”

You turn your head just enough to peek back at him - his pale cheeks flushed, hair messy, pupils blown wide as he fucks into you like he’s chasing something that keeps slipping just out of reach.

He’s losing it.

“Please - baby, please, I need to stay inside,” he groans, every thrust dragging another shaky breath from his lungs. “Don’t push me out, don’t squirm like that - I won’t last, I won’t.” His voice cracks on the last word, needy and raw, and you can feel how he trembles when your walls flutter around him.

“You’re too good to me,” he whimpers. “Fuck - too good. Too wet, too warm, it’s perfect, you’re perfect - ” You release a moan softly, tightening just a little, and he gasps like you’ve knocked the wind out of him.

“Oh my god - oh my god, d-don’t do that - fuck, baby, I’ll cum - I'll cum, I swear - ” The pace stutters, sloppy now, thrusts shallow and erratic like he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to finish then and there.

“Let me stay like this,” he begs, forehead pressed against your back, voice muffled and frantic. “Just a little longer. Please, I - fuck - I love your pussy so much, I don’t even care if I look pathetic right now, I need this, I need you.”

Oh, he barely makes it. One more thrust, two more, and then he’s gasping your name, voice cracking as his hips jerk forward and stay there, buried deep inside your warm, messy cunt. His whole body shudders as he spills into you, thick and hot, groaning brokenly into your neck.

“F-fuckfuckfuck,” he babbles, hoarse and helpless. “I’m cumming - I’m cumming - god, baby, you feel too good, I can’t - ”

You whimper under him, soft and sweet, and it only drives him further over the edge. He clutches you close, arms trembling, as he pumps you full and completely loses himself.

Silence.

Just his ragged breathing, his cock still twitching inside you, and your soft, content sighs as you melt into the mattress beneath him. He kisses the back of your neck, sweat-damp white hair sticking to his forehead.

“You okay?” he asks fondly as he pulls out slowly, cum spilling between your thighs. No answer.

“…Baby?” Propping himself up on one shaky elbow, blinking blearily as he looks down at you. You’re out. Not fully asleep, but heavy, drowsy, body limp and cozy like a cat in a sunbeam, your lashes fluttering and breath already evening out. Satoru, poor pathetic thing that he is, makes the softest noise.

“Are you serious right now?”

He watches as you shift just a little, a sleepy whine escaping your lips, your thighs still sticky and glistening with the mess he left behind.

“You’re falling asleep like this?” he whispers, scandalized, motioning vaguely to your cum-covered legs, the sheets, everything. “Baby, I - ! We just - !”

But you just mumble something incoherent and nuzzle deeper into the pillow, clearly unconcerned. Groaning deeply, dragging a hand down his face.

“You’re too cute. I hate you. I love you. Fuck.”

Despite the dramatics, he moves, gently peppering your inner thighs with kisses, hands smoothing down your body as he tries to sooth the trembles. He’s so gentle with it, whispering little praises like you’re listening: “You did so good for me, angel… my perfect girl… even if you did pass out like a brat…” You’re already halfway asleep. Eyes barely open. Breathing all slow and heavy, like the world doesn’t exist beyond the blankets and his arms around you.

“No, no, baby,” he says softly, gently tapping your hip. “Don’t do this. Don’t go to sleep like this.” You make a little noise. A whimper, really. Something between “too tired” and “don’t wanna.”

“I know, I know, I really did a number on you,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “But you gotta get up and go pee. Seriously. You’ll get a UTI and then you’ll be mad at me and I’ll cry.”

He’s trying to joke, but there’s actual worry in his voice. He’s already climbing off the bed, grumbling dramatically as he looks for a towel, gently wiping between your legs with care, even as you twitch and squirm from the sensitivity.

“Sorry, sorry,” he winces, “I know you’re all sore and cute and ruined, but if you don’t pee, I swear to god I’ll carry you to the toilet myself.”

He kisses your lower back as he works, voice lower now, coaxing and sweet.

“You did so good, baby. So, so good. But we gotta do the boring part now, okay? Just for a second. Then I’ll tuck you in and you can sleep for like… fourteen hours.” You groan into the sheets again, and he softens instantly.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs with a shaky laugh, “you’re literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re trying to hide. That’s illegal.”

He does scoop you up. Warm towel in one hand, your sleepy, limp form cradled in the other like you're his precious little patient.

“There we go,” he coos. “Gotta take care of my baby, yeah? I ruined you, so I gotta fix you.”

Once you’re done and back in bed, freshly wiped and redressed in one of his big shirts, he tucks the blankets around you like he’s swaddling a newborn. And then he collapses next to you, flopping dramatically with a sigh.

“You’re so much work,” he mumbles, burying his face into your neck, arms looping around your waist. “I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

You hum, half-asleep and finally clean, and he grins when you lazily pat his hair.

“…I knew you were awake,” he whispers smugly. “You love when I fuss over you.”

And even though you’re too tired to answer, he’s right. You do.

[sevikasenby]

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND MEN DNI

thinking about it being the middle of the night and you and sevika can't sleep. you're both only in a t-shirt and boxers and it turns her kissing your neck and slowly turning so she's halfway on you as she slides one of her legs in between yours and you start lazily grinding your clothed cunts against each other's thighs.

you're moaning into each other's ears, feeling yourselves grow more and more wet and it doesn't take much before she's climbing on top of you so she can rub your cunts together. you use your tongue to lick her scars, knowing exactly where they are even in the dark, from her neck to her face before kissing her and tangling your fingers in her hair, making her moan loudly against your lips.

"that's it, sev. keep going."

that encourages her to go faster. your boxers are both completely soaked now but it doesn't matter, neither of you care as she continues to rub her pussy against yours. you can feel her clit protruding against the fabric and the way it slides against yours just right, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. sevika is moving her hips desperately, almost trying to fuck you as if she had her strap on.

you're both so fucking wet as her hand comes to wrap around your throat, pulling a loud moan from you. you can feel yourself getting closer and closer as you grip onto the bed sheets beside you. she comes down to rest her forehead against yours and you're moaning out her name over and over again. she's moaning and grunting and panting into your mouth as she rubs against you.

your orgasm hits you like a truck and suddenly you're a trembling, moaning mess under sevika. she follows quickly behind you, taking her hand off your throat so she can bury her face into your neck, your arms wrapping around her as she cums.

[leupagus]

Gotta say I find the college-aged kids whose profiles read "MINORS DNI!!!" adorable. Babycakes I know it's exciting being at the grown-up table now, but those were your classmates five minutes ago. Maybe calm down.

[tatsumi-rin]

I'm so sorry but this is definitely what Taku was thinking during this scene

[magicpiano]

One thing I love about mdzs is that wwx's fear of dogs is respected. Yes it is used a bit for comedy, but there is never some moment where a character forces or tricks him into interacting with a dog in order to "prove him wrong" or "help him get over it" or something.